the morning after

The morning after the exams, after the party, after drinking and barely sleeping. I am surprised I don’t have a hangover or any other noticeable effects of alcohol intake. The party was okay, so-so for the lack of stimulating or revealing conversation. It would’ve been better if a lot more came but I’m not really complaining. The morning drive with M to Baywalk did not materialize but I was quite happy with the idea of it. It was something to hear M toying with the idea. Coming from her (and from C) it seemed rebellious enough. God, we’re so square.

I think I need to sleep. I’ve killed too many neurons from not sleeping. I’m sure the alcohol has done added damage, too.

Good night.